This did not cool down the Prince’s anger one bit. He glared furiously at the men present, despite Cassandra’s attempt to have him calm down. Clenching his fists, he resisted the urge to break or throw something across the tent with all his might.
“Let’s go, please? My Lord?” she asked in a soft voice.
Kairen’s jaw was still clenching, yet he grabbed Cassandra’s waist and suddenly carried her, holding her on one arm as if she weighed nothing. They left the tent as she put her arms around his shoulders, while the men behind them let out a big sigh of relief.
There wasn’t a word exchanged until they reached the Prince’s tent. Cassandra only held on and focused on the cold breeze. Was the evening colder than usual? Or was it the Prince’s silent anger only giving her that impression? She held on a bit tighter as they reached the tent, before he let her down.
Kairen was still frowning and visibly unhappy about what had happened. Cassandra took a deep breath in, and stepped closer to him, putting her hands on his torso again.
“My Lord, it’s fine. I knew it wouldn’t work. I’ve seen many try to force those locks for hours without it ever coming off.”
He stayed silent, looking at her with those dark, black eyes of his. It was hard for Cassandra to guess what he was thinking at that moment. Was he disappointed? Or just angry things weren’t going as he wanted?
After a long while, though, the frown on his face seemed to dissipate, and he put his large hands on her waist, looking at her with a calm expression. Cassandra was expecting him to say something, but instead he leaned in to kiss her, a soft very gentle kiss. She didn’t know what to do, so she answered naturally to his lips, feeling comfort in it.
The collar was still there, heavy and uncomfortable, but as long as she was by the Prince’s side, Cassandra felt safe. She didn’t want to leave his side anymore. She enjoyed this kiss, and for once, claimed more with her tongue. One of Kairen’s hands went up, twirling his fingers in her long hair like he liked to do.
Gathering her courage, Cassandra gently pushed him towards the bed, blushing from her own boldness. Of course, her strength was barely enough to make the War God move, but as soon as he understood her intent, Kairen complied and stepped back, until he could sit on the bed. As he did, he held Cassandra across his lap, not interrupting their tender kiss. She was starting to feel a bit hot. How long had it been since their last…intimate moment? In that short while, she already missed his hot skin, his large hands, and musky smell.
“Cassandra…” he muttered against her ear as their lips parted, making her blush.
She loved the way he pronounced her name, too. There was this intense mix of sensuality and tenderness in his deep voice.
With her fidgety hands, she took the cloak off his shoulders, exposing the muscular, naked torso she now knew by heart. Kairen had already taken her cloak off, but for once, he let her do most of the undressing, only kissing her shoulder, collarbone, and finally her breasts as soon as she exposed them.
Sucking and stroking them, he made her blush in a matter of seconds. Cassandra had always felt her breasts were on the smaller side, but that didn’t seem to bother him... The War God kept playing with them, arousing her, and making it more difficult for Cassandra to focus on taking her dress off. Once she finally had it off though, he smiled and pulled on her hips to have her closer, sitting on top of his prominent bump. She shivered a bit, both excited and cold, as her inner temperature didn’t match the one inside the tent.
Kairen’s glance, as he let go of her rosy breasts, went to her collar. Cassandra was afraid this might anger him again for a bit, but the Prince suddenly smirked.
“Once we get this thing off, let’s have you wear something that really fits you…gold or silver…gems…”
“Like a necklace?” she whispered, a bit surprised.
“Anything you want,” he nodded. “Gold, gems, jewelry… We’ll get it all. I want to see you wear it…”
Cassandra thought about disagreeing, but eventually, she only blushed and kissed him. She knew how strange and whimsical he could be sometimes. She didn’t want to talk him out of it until they got to it. He complained so often about her appearance as a slave, she had to be a bit more careful about it.
Kairen slowly laid down, Cassandra still on top of him, and they both used their hands to help him get out of his pants. She wondered for a second if they should change positions, but the Prince pulled her arms, having her ride him.
Rubbing against each other, she felt their equal arousals. He didn’t even touch her, yet she was already wet from their kissing only… Feeling his pride standing tall and hard against her thigh was a torture she couldn’t endure any longer. Cassandra bit her lip, her hands in his, and slowly sat down, feeling him fill her with a long exhale.
They both took a minute to enjoy this, the feeling of their bodies connected, filling each other, looking at each other’s eyes. Then, Cassandra slowly started moving, to her own rhythm, enjoying it. He was big inside her; any move made her tremble and blush in pleasure. In just a couple of days, she had missed this so much.
Underneath, lying still with the eyes of an excited lion, Kairen watched his concubine move and breathe loudly. Cassandra was even more beautiful when she was exalted. Her body moved like a wave on him, her breasts jiggling around. She closed her eyes when she was too embarrassed or excited, and exhaled even louder, until it became raptured moans, her hips moving faster on him. The War God just ogled her, feeling his own excitement rise along with her moves, and that delicious feeling of her body pressing down on him, taking him in, rubbing and hammering.
When he grabbed her hips and thrust without warning, she let out a surprised moan. His hammering was much more intense and bestial. Cassandra forgot completely about moving against him, and held on to his hands, moaning loudly to meet his thrusts. Despite being underneath, Kairen took control in an instant, holding her hips firmly and thrusting repeatedly, lifting his waist, making Cassandra bounce on him. It was fast, erratic, and overwhelming. He couldn’t hold it in. He wanted to put his mark on her and make her cry in pleasure.
That intense, savage, hot sex had Cassandra completely lost in her senses. The Prince’s burning black eyes made her crazy. The sounds of their bodies colliding, the slaps of their skin and moist sounds made it even more lustful, if possible. Her insides were burning hot, the sensation overpowering her, making her shake and scream out her pleasure.
The bed was embarrassingly squeaking, but that was nothing compared to their exalted voices. As Cassandra was crying out, the Prince was groaning, feeling his pleasure grow inside, reach heavenly levels.
Cassandra orgasmed loudly, one second before his final groan. Both spasmed intensely, his rod deep inside her, exulting and relishing. She breathed loudly, falling on her side, exhausted. It was short but…intense. Her thighs were still trembling and burning, and she felt a bit dirty, shamefully dirty.
Kairen sighed, putting a hand in his hair, feeling the cold air and satisfaction of their intercourse. Cassandra’s breathing was still loud by his side, and he caressed her hip silently, waiting for her to recover.
He had thought about it before, but he silently hoped she would soon bear him a child… An heir. He could already see what kind of mother she would be. It had never been a wish of his before, but now, he wanted to see that image become real. If she became an Imperial Dragon’s mother, Cassandra would be in a much better place. She could become a Princess…far from her status as a slave.
Out of the six Princes, three already had children. But Kairen was the only one without a concubine, until now. He turned his head to the woman laying beside him, and caressed her hair. If Cassandra got pregnant, she would become a target.
